Barking at the Moon

Do you have a passion? Is it shared by others? Or are we just filling the space of loneliness? For the most I would say it is something I do, filling the space that is. Being a loner so to speak it is not unusual to crave the company of myself. I find the intervention and interruption of others too much to take on, saying that I love the interaction it brings although mostly by fools, something I am born to suffer it would seem. Does interaction create creativity? Or is it the other way around, Creativity creates interaction?

By that I mean the stimulus of interaction with others gives more to creativity and the ability to continue writing. The thought provoking conversations (from some) allows me to invent story lines or a character or maybe a situation that can be incorporated into a story. Whilst on the other hand the mind numbing (from others) allows me to drift away bringing my subconscious mind into play; and from that boredom again the ideas flow. To my shame I find amusement in the uninteresting the boring and those who, well just get in my way, although the latter do seriously annoy me at times.
I have arrived at the ever present standstill the feared monkey on the writers back, the abyss of writers block. Several short stories have come to screaming grinding halt, and no matter how many times I look at them or discard the very thought of writing; it continues to play on my mind like an echoing dripping tap, something at this present time I hear constantly but am unable to find; despite my epic searching. The advice of my fellow scribblers on how to, and how they have overcome this ever expanding chasm of blank sheets of white paper staring me in the face seems to have fallen onto unfertile ground.

You may be thinking ‘if he says he can’t write then what is he doing here writing a blog’ well it’s not the same. This is just my thoughts my frustrations even my anxieties. And for all intent and purpose my moment of Barking at the Moon.

Until the next time………. Repus Vas